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Probably sign #8237492 that I'm getting old (other than someone attending the Super Bowl gathering last night mentioning that they were in 3rd grade the year I graduated high school - wat): I still have the ability to be utterly astounded by technology I use every day. Like the fact that I am currently in a vehicle traveling down an interstate highway and yet connected to and working on a stationary computer in an office in Westfield as if I were sitting in front of that instead.
What the shit is this future shit? When I was your age we needed to make a phone call to use the internet, and it was so slow that downloading things would probably feel like walking to school uphill both ways through a blizzard and a molasses flood. Just. What. Pass me the geritol, sonny, mama needs her hip medicine.
Now if only the outlets on this bus actually worked... XD
ETA: they do on bus #2, yay!
What the shit is this future shit? When I was your age we needed to make a phone call to use the internet, and it was so slow that downloading things would probably feel like walking to school uphill both ways through a blizzard and a molasses flood. Just. What. Pass me the geritol, sonny, mama needs her hip medicine.
Now if only the outlets on this bus actually worked... XD
ETA: they do on bus #2, yay!
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Date: 2011-02-07 07:10 pm (UTC)From:THIS IS HOW I FEEL EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
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Date: 2011-02-07 08:15 pm (UTC)From:!!!
As he waded through the knee-deep molasses that slathered the wharf, Shallow heard a single gunshot ring out from the direction of the city stables, its echo carrying on the cold evening air.
The Boston Police had put another molasses-enmeshed horse out of its misery.
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